Hades, gliding on a cloud of darkness, settles onto the mare's back. There will be no undignified clambering for the God of the Underworld. He loops his arms firmly around her neck, holding with all his godly strength. As he readies himself, tendrils of black mist loop around Alpha's belly, anchoring Hades far more securely than any of the others to make an attempt.

"Shall we begin?"